Reality shows us a captivating treasury of types, the exuberance of an evanescent play and alteration of forms.
Isn't that so beautiful? So poignantly perceptive? So innovatively fascinating? Such a fantastically careful description of the 'real'? Who could say such a thing? What kind of person could think such high and lofty thoughts? Only a philosopher of the aerial, ethereal, the esoteric.. right?
The one and only, Friedrich Nietzsche.
He's the same guy who wrote this:
Morality, insofar as it condemns on its own grounds, and not from the point of view of life's perspectives and objectives, is a specific error for which on should have no sympathy, an idiosyncrasy of degenerates which has done an unspeakable amount of harm!
Can the same spring pour forth both fresh water and salt water? I guess the answer is, Yes... See this proves it! The Bible is errant!!